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Sunday, May 08, 2005
Because Anti-Climatic Means You're Against the Weather
I guess I found Mother's Day a little anti-climactic this year. I don't know what I was expecting. I tried to organize a Mother's Day Brunch at mom's house. There were about a dozen family members there.

But like always happens at these gatherings - I feel like I float around on the outer edges, not really a part of anything at all.

I know it's me and not them. I no longer find card games amusing - probably because I'm not that good at them. And no one really seems interested in me. Isn't that terribly selfish of me? See, I know it is. But no one really goes beyond "how are you doing?" and I hate to be bringing up things that are happening without being asked because it feels very intrusive.

I spent a lot of my childhood trying to be the centre of attention. So often when I get in the midst of family now, I hug the edges of the room in a form of apology.

I have the wonder boy - he does my job now of being the centre of attention. Soon other children will appear on the familial scene I'm sure, but for now - he's it.

M. made a cute little card at day care for Mother's Day. It's a keeper ... with his hand traced in it and everything. And he also planted a little seed in a yogurt cup.

I can't wait to see him, or the flower, bloom.
  The Writing Mother
  posted at 5:25 PM
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1 Comments:
At 11:32 PM, Blogger Kira said...

Awwww! That was lovely!
And I'm sorry, but in return, you're tagged. See my blog for details. Smooches!

 

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